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Mental health is a fundamental right; the future of humanity depends on it.
Key Things To Know About Comfort Zone
I received this forward on WhatsApp the other day from one of my friends. As I read it, while I agreed with it initially in the nick of the moment, I kept reading it. As I did that, more discoveries about "comfort zone" happened in me.
By Ganesh Kuduva5 years ago in Psyche
Dream House
I was ten years old when I first wanted to be an architect. At the time, my immunization documents were completed to join my mother in the United States finally. My grandmother and I went to the embassy so I could get an interview as the final step to getting my visa approved. I remember sitting in what felt like the most oversized living room I had ever been in. I was way too short for my age, so I felt a miniature size green army doll. I looked up and could not look down for what felt like hours. The detail had me mesmerized. The walls were ivory white with high ceilings and columns in every corner. I felt as though I was in a house within a house. Squared tiles hung from the ceiling as it stood still. I don’t remember every detail because memories of me freaking out over the first time I got my period drowns it. I left the embassy with the lingering thought that I want to build something like this one day. To me, whoever could create something so big had a mental capacity most lack. The patience that older generations don’t seem quite to grasp. To me, whoever built that embassy had no fears, and I also wished to lack in that department.
By Jayceon Kai Royale5 years ago in Psyche
Can't We All Just Pretend to Love Me?
I'm not entirely sure where to begin because the world I live in isn't whimsical nor horrific. I have every reason to be normal, every reason to be happy, but...I'm not? In fact, I can list a hundred thousand reasons why I'm not. The problem is there's not a soul who cares. Oh, I know, there's so many wonderful people in your life, Cici! I've heard it all before. I hear it from my two happily married parents, from my two sisters, occasionally even from my kid brother, from my best friend and his wife, from my husband, from strangers on the internet.
By Cici Woods5 years ago in Psyche
Steven the Sleep Paralysis Demon
Some of us have experienced sleep paralysis, some of us have not. Some sleep paralysis is really awful and sometimes it is just a mild bummer. Those of us that do experience it, can sometimes hallucinate some really terrible things. I don't know the science behind sleep paralysis except that it happens when the brain wakes up before the body, the brain panics and decides to wake up the body in the only way it knows how.
By Linda Dyke5 years ago in Psyche
The Magic of Therapy
Do you believe in magic? I do. I had my first encounter with therapy about 4 and-a-half years ago when I was going through a very turbulent time in my life. Up until then, I'd never experienced any form of therapy - unless retail therapy counts...
By Janine Agombar5 years ago in Psyche
Fields of Frost
There was a loud thud, then a silence which surrendered all of it’s color, it had been 10 days since this horrid snowstorm had trapped me in an abandoned cabin somewhere in the mountains of Alaska, hope was drained from my thoughts and nothingness resumed with the white dress of the earth.
By Jose Flores5 years ago in Psyche
One Cold Night
Well, I wasn't sure what the sound was that woke me. It's best described as a young child in distress with a very faint cry. I untucked myself from my sleeping bag and carefully in slow movements lifted my woven cotton toque above my chilled ears. Listening ever so patiently while exhaling in slow rhythmic unlaboured function, it was evident that I probably was hearing things. You see, living on the streets in the cold months the sounds seem to echo in various directions with no particular point of origin. Now mind you, that sound, the distressed sound of cries happens a lot. It could have been a possibility that my sleeping bag was not covering the manhole on the sidewalk, and the escaping vapors of heat that are cherished so dearly made this faint cry. You see being homeless our minds are usually on high alert for any potential threats or sounds while we attempt to sleep. Well, I shouldn't speak for everyone, but this is how I feel. Maybe, just maybe the sewer gas that absorbs into my sleeping bag and the labored breathing in my sleep draw in these toxins. I am not sure but I hear all things are possible from others on the street. Gee, you know come to think of it, I haven't seen a doctor in maybe fifteen years. Maybe more, because honestly, I don't recall what year this is.
By Vinn Black5 years ago in Psyche
Are We Killing Young People
In the past months, my 13-year-old stepdaughter took 38 ibuprofen pills, was hospitalised and had to get her stomach pumped. My best friend’s stepdaughter took a bottle of pills and my stepdaughter's friend took his own life. They were all between the ages of 13 and 15. I acknowledge that there have always been mental health issues and indeed suicide but why does it seem like the problem is unprecedented? Why is the next generation so keen to die?
By maria mead5 years ago in Psyche
